which was Saturday, he came out and sat on the fence of the lot where we were practising. He didn't say much, but he watched, with his chin in the air, and I knew he was thinking crosswise. When I started home, he walked along with me.
"We're doing pretty good work, don't you think?" I asked.
"Yes," said Bob; "—a lot better than last year."
"We got some good plays in to-day, didn't we?"
"Yep. I'm not going in for ball this year. I brought back a bigger electric engine, and I've got some books, and I'm going into that for all it's worth. I always did intend to be an electrician, and I'm going to put in this Spring and Summer studying and experimenting."
"Good!" I said. "You know a lot more about it than any other fellow in school, now."
"That isn't saying much. I saw a good deal of electric machinery while I was gone, though, and picked up some ideas. Chet, it's the most wonderful thing in the world,—it really is."
"Wish you were going to be on the ball team, though," I said.
